“Where silver webs of spiders weave and blighted lovers take their leave; where curses lay the spirits low and mortal footsteps fear to go. Where death holds life in grim embrace its line's etched on the sinner's face; where e'er… — Richard Jones Copy Share Image
“Where silver webs of spiders weave and blighted lovers take their leave; where curses lay the spirits low and mortal footsteps fear to go.… — Richard Jones Copy Share Image
